The Faded Frontier

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The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight around the spires of Oakhaven, until the city ceased to be a place and became a feeling. Arthur Pendelton stood at the window of his office, a small, windowless box in the basement of the Municipal Registry, though the glass before him reflected not the room but the endless, churning mist outside. He was a man of middle years, his hair...

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